here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) September 13, 2013
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
